Janice, [Off topic, yet again]
Since we weren't allowed to fly, we were taking a train trip to Vegas via LA. Early one morning ~5AM, we're chugging through the Arizona desert, and we pull onto a siding and stop. A few minutes later, a freight train with loaded hopper cars come barreling by going in the same direction. After it passes, we move back into the main line and continue.
Later that morning, the train stops again, sits idle for about 15 minutes, then starts backing up. This goes on for well over an hour. As we're eating breakfast in the dining car, the conductor is passing through. My Dad stops him and asks what's going on.
"Well, you know that freight train that we let pass this morning? It seems that there was a flash flood up ahead, which washed out a bridge, and the freight train went off the embankment."
We backed all the way to Yuma, Arizona, a veritable hotspot of night life and entertainment. If you like smoking tumbleweed, that is. We were thrown off the train with our luggage, but somehow managed to get to Vegas, and lived happily ever after.
Sorry Scrapps, guess that wasn't exactly the kind of train story you were looking for.
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